Chapter 149 Dealing with Problems
The instigators of the locker room fight were Beasley and Haslem. The reason was that the bathroom in the visiting team's locker room was very small and people had to queue up to take a shower. Beasley was in the front of the line, but Haslem cut in line, and then the two had an argument. Haslem said, "You are a rookie, go to the back and wait." Beasley replied, "You are a substitute, get out of my way." After a few words, they started fighting.
After the two men started fighting, Beasley's good friend Chalmers joined the fight with a chair, and Dorell Wright also decisively joined in. As a result, the four of them fought in a chaotic manner, making the locker room a mess.
Originally, the other players wanted to persuade them, but when they saw that they were so angry and howling like pigs being slaughtered, in order to avoid hurting innocent people, they quickly picked up their bags and ran to the team bus without even taking a shower.
When the head coach Spoelstra saw the players fighting, he was extremely anxious. This was a very serious internal issue. If the general manager knew about it, he would be scolded and even fired. After all, maintaining the stability of the team is a particularly important task for the head coach. He was extremely anxious, but he did not dare to break into the locker room to stop the fight, because there were all kinds of benches and folding chairs flying around inside. With his small body, he would be beaten up in a few hits.
Just when Spoelstra was about to call the police, Yang Mo ran in. He was so happy to see Yang Mo that he almost cried. He ran over and excitedly held Yang Mo's hand: "Yang, you're finally here. Someone is almost being beaten to death in there!"
"What's going on?"
"You should go and have a look quickly, someone is going to die!" Spoelstra said anxiously and confusedly, he was almost crying.
Seeing how nervous he was, and hearing the crackling noise coming from inside, Yang Mo hurried into the locker room. As soon as he entered, a chair came crashing down at him, and he quickly stretched out his hand to block it... Bang! The chair was blocked, but his hand felt a sharp pain.
However, he didn't care about the pain at this time. He rushed forward and used brute force to throw the four people away. After stopping the fight, he shouted loudly: "What are you fighting for? What's there to fight about? Come and play with me if you dare?"
Yang Mo roared, shocking the whole crowd. Although the four of them still had weapons in their hands and looked furious, they stopped their actions.
"Yang, you don't know how big this guy is..." Seeing Yang Mo coming over, Beasley, with blood on the corner of his mouth, quickly pointed at Haslem, who had a bruised face and nose, and accused him.
Yang Mo didn't give him a chance to finish and stopped him directly: "Shut up."
When Yang Mo shouted, Beasley closed his mouth subconsciously. Although he had been the core of the team since he was a child, and his draft pick was much higher than Yang Mo, when he stood in front of Yang Mo, he was always weaker in momentum, as if he was born as a younger brother.
"But……"
Beasley wanted to say something, but Yang Mo pointed at the door and said bluntly: "Now find a towel to cover your head, and then go sit on the bus."
"But I haven't taken a shower yet!" Beasley whispered.
"Go back to the hotel and take a shower!" Yang Mo yelled unhappily.
"Oh." Beasley agreed, took a towel and covered his injured head, then walked out with his head covered. Spoelstra, who was standing at the door, was extremely surprised when he saw this scene: "Beasley, this troublemaker, actually listened to Yang so much? Isn't he arrogant because of his talent and doesn't care about anyone?"
"Mario, you should go and sit on the bus first." Yang Mo said to Qian Moss in a softer voice.
Qian Moss nodded, glared at Dorrell Wright, and turned away.
Among the four men, only Qian Moss was not injured, while the others had more or less scars and bruises. It can be seen that in such a small place, short people still have a great advantage.
After getting rid of the two direct descendants, Yang Mo picked up a folding chair, placed it in the middle and sat down, then said to Spoelstra who was standing at the door and looking in: "Close the door!"
Spoelstra closed the door subconsciously after hearing this. He didn't think anything was wrong. But after closing the door, he realized: Why should I listen to you? I am the head coach of this team, okay?
Being able to make others subconsciously obey your orders is what we call leadership.
Obviously, Spoelstra does not have this talent. If he were a commander, his players would not fight at all. And even if a fight occurred, he would not stand outside and worry without any countermeasures, as if he was watching his wife having an abortion in the operating room.
"Is fighting fun?" Yang Mo in the locker room raised his head and squinted at Hasler and Dorrell Wright standing opposite him, and asked lightly, feeling like the dean of political education teaching a bad student who fought.
Neither of them said anything, but subconsciously lowered their heads, feeling as if they had made a mistake.
At this point, in their subconscious minds, they had already regarded Yang Mo as their superior, or leader, even though Yang Mo was just a rookie and they were all experienced team veterans.
"I don't want to hear your explanation for the fight, and I don't want to tell Mr. Riley about it. We are all adults, and it is normal and healthy to fight occasionally. It is good to release the pressure in your heart." Yang Mo said very relaxedly: "You are indeed under a lot of pressure tonight. A fight will make you feel much better."
Yang Mo's words made them feel relieved. They were also afraid that Pat Riley would know, because with Pat Riley's temper, he would definitely punish them severely or even trade them out of the team. Yang Mo's words undoubtedly made them feel relieved. And the following words really touched their hearts. Although the fight made them suffer physically and they felt pain here and there, their depressed mood was indeed much better, and they released a lot of the frustration in their hearts.
"Although I don't know why you guys are fighting, and of course, I don't want to know. But... I will never allow it to happen again. Next time, whoever starts a fight, come down play with me. Let's see who can beat the other's brains and marrow out first. I'm not afraid anyway! Come on if you have the guts!"
Yang Mo continued to lecture them, and the two remained silent, but they were afraid. They were not afraid of fighting with Beasley, but they didn't dare to think about fighting with Yang Mo. This guy was too vicious, and he would beat them to death. They didn't dare to compete with such a person.
"Also, I can choose to forget about you isolating me tonight. But the premise is that I want to see your desire for victory. In the games that Dwyane was not there, I was the core. You may not accept it in your heart, but you must cooperate with me in action, otherwise... Marion's today is your tomorrow, and you have heard what Mr. Riley said."
Yang Mo said this without saying anything else. She picked up her bag from the closet and walked out. When she opened the door, Spoelstra, who had been leaning against the door and eavesdropping, staggered and almost fell to the ground. It was Yang Mo who supported him.
He seemed a little embarrassed, but Yang Mo didn't laugh at him. Instead, she patted his shoulder and strode out.
